bridge builders of old
OPINIONS
I am not going to reproduce or respond to an email that yelled at me, and not in a humorous way, for not blogging often enough—but holy shit dude (used in its midwestern, gender-neutral sense). No one is paying me real-person money, or indeed any money at all, to type bullshit on a WordPress site. I’m pretty clear that this is my diary and I will do what I like, and I missed the part where we signed a contract and I promised to provide you with X amount of words per prespecified time interval. And now this is two entries in a row where the “business” of the internet, and the blogger/reader relationship, have been discussed, and that’s super-weird because I do not care about any of that. BLAH.
(This is a Ruby Etc drawing in case you don’t recognize its brilliance from sight alone. Visit her site and buy her stuff.)
NEW THINGS
I am obsessed with Milkwalker and just bought a print for my office. I don’t care if it really ever existed or not.
Last week was insanely social, with two bar dates and a midweek rock show (Drahla and The Poison Arrows at Empty Bottle!) It was all very fun but now I feel like I need to hole up in my house, cook every night, speak as little as possible. Not penance but recovery. Tonight LT is out doing a social thing and Aaron and I were talking about what we should have for dinner. I suggested going old-school comfort with spaghetti and garlic bread, and he answered in the affirmative but suggested we perhaps add a meat? And a vegetable? Screw you, teenager, calling me out on my carb addiction. He is absolutely going to be one of those people who prepares seven chicken breasts and a ton of steamed broccoli on Sundays and eats it all week.
THERE COULD BE INFORMATION I DO NOT HAVE
Several situations that I judged but it is possible I had no right to do so:
*There are evangelicals who hand out literature at my El stop, they are there all the time in good weather. For the last few weeks there has also been a homeless man sleeping on a cardboard square about three feet from where they do this. I have to assume the Jesus people have interacted with him, asked if he needs food (the leaflet-handers themselves always seem to have coffee and snacks), offered to make some social services calls, attempted to bring him a blanket, and the guy has said no, leave me alone. (Which of course is well within his right, not every person wants help.) I have to assume that or I get really angry.
*A woman on a different floor of my office was wearing her dress backwards. I think. Said dress was a basic solid-color skater-style thing (there are many people right now who are thinking WTF You On About: I encourage them to Google images of this dress style should they like to get a better mental picture), and it had an exposed gold zipper that ran from neck to waist. But I own quite a few dresses like this and every single one the zipper is in the back. Also I’m not sure why you’d want to zip down your dress past the boobs unless you’re feeding a baby or just like to flash people. But again: what do I know? There could be a dress like that? There is no way to ask a stranger if her dress is on backwards. I minded my business.
*I saw a guy (dressed business casual) riding a bike with no shoes on, which seems like a really bad idea. But maybe he lost a bet? Okay this one is harder to defend, I shall just straight-up judge.
This one is on the short side but you don’t mind, do you? You had better not. And don’t email me if you do! (Email me for other reasons, though.)
—mimi smartypants, réceptive et absorbante.